[Verse: Zilla F.] Slipped on my dirty Vans, grabbed my backpack Heading to the store just to grab a black Two geebs headphones in let the song start Open up the door head out for this long walk Start second guessing this trip, man this sh** is far Another thought pops in my head, n***a get car For real I need to, you know a n***a broke though I can't save money for sh**, my life's s joke yo But I can't seem to laugh I'm just seen as brash Cuz I been itching to k** I got the meanest rash Still walking hard but I'm thinking Still smoking weed everyday but quit drinking Still broke as f**, a morherf**er need franklins God damn, just a young n***a in America Skin black with tats, so chances are I'm scaring ya Got my six pack back so you know the ladies drooling But truth be told I really wonder how Kaylee's doing Reminiscing chilling at her crib, drinking my tea Never mind cause the b**h probably ain't thinking about me Thoughts are racing, n***a my thoughts are racing k**ing my daydreams n***a Freddy vs. Jason I'm thinking about the future, picturing all the laughter From the haters and the doubters if I don't make it as rapper Then the laughs turn to cries, the do's turn tries The truth in my rhymes turn to motherf**ing lies Then I start asking why, then I just stop asking The Beatles told me let it be so f** it let it happen I think about the rap game, all it does is make me hungry Lil bro gotta eat mom need the money And I want the respect i rightfully deserve Get these n***as off my back get these b**hes off my nerves I want it all I mean everything, the power Damn, I ain't even realize I made it here to Krauzers